Okay.
This was going to sound insane even inside his own skull, and Phei had already lived through several flavors of insane today.
He walked the admin hallway like a man trying to outrun his own erection and his own common sense at the same time. Lips still buzzing. Skin still electric. Body thrumming with the afterimage of whatever the fuck had just happened in that office—like he'd mainlined lightning and then tried to pretend it was just static cling.
But something didn't add up.
No matter how feral her hunger had been—and Christ, the woman reeked virginity and had radiated starvation like a famine victim who'd just smelled bread—no matter how untouched she clearly was (virginity at her age? Late thirties? Forty?
The former queen of Paradise who'd had every cock in a generation salivating after her, still a fucking virgin? That was statistically deranged.
And objectively, catastrophically hot.
